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" How it the purple flower does slight, Scarce touching where it lies ; But, gazing back upon the skies, Shines with a mournful light, like its own tear, Because so long divided from the sphere. Restless it rolls and unsecure, Trembling lest it grow impure,... "
Atheism in Philosophy: And Other Essays - Page 147
by Frederic Henry Hedge - 1884 - 390 pages
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Retrospective Review, Volume 10

Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1824 - 378 pages
...so long divided from the sphere. Restless it rolls, and unsecure, Trembling, lest it grows impure ; Till the warm sun pities its pain, And to the skies exhales it back again. So the soul, that drop, that ray, Of the clear fountain of eternal day, Could it within the human flow'r...
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The Retrospective Review, Volume 10

1824 - 378 pages
...so long divided from the sphere. Restless it rolls, and unsecure, Trembling, lest it grows impure ; Till the warm sun pities its pain, And to the skies exhales it back again. So the soul, that drop, that ray, Of the clear fountain of eternal day, Could it within the human flow'r...
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The Retrospective Review, Volume 10

1824 - 378 pages
...so long divided from the sphere. Restless it rolls, and unsecure, Trembling, lest it grows impure ; Till the warm sun pities its pain, And to the skies exhales it back again. So the soul, that drop, that ray, Of the clear fountain of eternal day, Could it within the human flow'r...
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The Life of Andrew Marvell, the Celebrated Patriot: With Extracts and ...

John Dove - 1832 - 128 pages
...so long divided from the sphere. Restless it rolls, and unsecure, Trembling, lest it grows impure ; Till the warm sun pities its pain, And to the skies exhales it back again. So the soul, that drop, that ray, Of the clear fountain of eternal day, Could it within the human flow'r...
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The Church of England magazine [afterw.] The Church of England and ..., Volume 1

1836 - 574 pages
...Because so long divided from the sphere. Restless it rolls and iusccure, Trembling, lest it grow impure ; Till the warm sun pities its pain, And to the skies exhales it buck again. So the soul, that drop, that ray Of tho clear fountain of eternal day, Could it within...
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The cynosure, select passages from the most distinguished writers [ed. by ...

Cynosure - 1837 - 272 pages
...so long divided from the sphere. Restless it rolls, and unsecure, Trembling, lest it grows impure; Till the warm sun pities its pain, And to the skies exhales it back again. So the soul, that drop, that ray, Of the clear fountain of eternal day, Could it within the human flow'r...
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Henry of Guise; Or, The States of Blois, Volume 1

George Payne Rainsford James - 1839 - 1062 pages
...Because so long divided from the sphere. Restless it rolls and insecure, Trembling lest it grow impure, Till the warm sun pities its pain, And to the skies exhales it back again." Notwithstanding the words of his brother, and the impatience which Gaspar more than once displayed,...
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The Christian's Book of Gems: A Selection of Sacred Poetry

Christian - 1840 - 318 pages
...skies, Shines with a mournful light, Restless it rolls, and insecure, Trembling, lest it grow impure ; Till the warm sun pities its pain, And to the skies exhales it back again, So the soul, that drop, that ray Of the clear fountain of eternal day, Could it within the human flower...
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The Christian's Book of Gems: A Selection of Sacred Poetry

Christian - 1840 - 312 pages
...so long divided from the sphere. Restless it rolls, and insecure, Trembling, lest it grow impure ; Till the warm sun pities its pain, And to the skies exhales it back again. So the soul, that drop, that ray Of the clear fountain of eternal day, Could it within the human flower...
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Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].

Gems - 1841 - 624 pages
...Because so long divided from the sphere. Restless it rolls and insecure, Trembling, lest it grow impure ; Till the warm sun pities its pain, And to the skies exhales it back again. So the soul, that drop, that ray, Of the clear fountain of eternal day, Could it within the human flower...
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